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Poem: Why we Work?

Poem: Why we work?

As the minutes hours & the day,
pass along go their way
Happy is that which lets me share.
Words, my words
So deep , so strong, and fair,
Feelings had, the fun the care.
Spent with you, through you,
Though not here nor there,
nor anywhere like near.

You are far away from me in body,
But hidden in my heart, the bud.

Now
Full blossomed bearing strong.

Begins to unfold.

Smiling my lips recall a time,
Fun filled joy, simply knowing.
You are still deep in mine.
Mine to behold, hold and inspire.

My day, the way I hold my pen,
My word, unspoken but still heard.
“Rings chimes sings”
My heart, the start, the fundamental  plot.

Why WE work!

The chemistry of our bones.
The different soil of our DNA.

The fundamental spirituality which cements our togetherness.

Liam November 2018

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Poem: Oblivion

Poem: Oblivion

Falling from the eves and chimney pipes I fluttered .

Floated like those autumn leaves.

Memories, whipped in the evening breeze .

My soul took flight.

Windy across foreign

Places, baren dusty spaces, where

I’ve lain my head to weep.

Dreamt and found you asleep.

Jeweled, sprawled a queen

Between the palms, sipping the nectar of words whispered

By that breeze.

Speaking softly in tongues long forgotten, while whisking flies.

We touched and you awoke.

A moment a memory in paradise lost.

Where we nibbled wisdom, ate sweet dates, laughed as lovers do.

Wait wait wait for what of this worth is ours to keep?

When life calls, I answer,

„Sleep!“ let me dream on.

Exotic caravans of incense and myrrh.

Spice in dusty cracks, is my dry desire.

In all this, what takes the call?

The call to rise above, to move beyond the pain filled fire.

Fill us searchers of the soul unseen.

Break desire!

End this march towards the funeral pyre.

Liam October 2017

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Oblivion

Poem: Oblivion

Falling from the eves and chimney pipes I fluttered .

Floated like those autumn leaves.

Memories, whipped in the evening breeze .

My soul took flight.

Windy across foreign

Places, baren dusty spaces, where

I’ve lain my head to weep.

Dreamt and found you asleep.

Jeweled, sprawled a queen

Between the palms, sipping the nectar of words whispered

By that breeze.

Speaking softly in tongues long forgotten, while whisking flies.

We touched and you awoke.

A moment a memory in paradise lost.

Where we nibbled wisdom, ate sweet dates, laughed as lovers do.

Wait wait wait for what of this worth is ours to keep?

When life calls, I answer,

„Sleep!“ let me dream on.

Exotic caravans of incense and myrrh.

Spice in dusty cracks, is my dry desire.

In all this, what takes the call?

The call to rise above, to move beyond the pain filled fire.

Fill us searchers of the soul unseen.

Break desire!

End this march towards the funeral pyre.

Liam October 2017